The Ballad of Blasphemous Bill
I took a contract to bury the body of blasphemous Bill MacKie,

The Ballad of One-Eyed Mike
This is the tale that was told to me by the man with the crystal eye,

The Ballad of the Brand
'Twas up in a land long famed for gold, where women were far and rare,

The Ballad of Hard-Luck Henry
Now wouldn't you expect to find a man an awful crank

The Man from Eldorado
He's the man from Eldorado, and he's just arrived in town,

My Friends
The man above was a murderer, the man below was a thief;

The Prospector
I strolled up old Bonanza, where I staked in ninety-eight,

The Black Sheep
Hark to the ewe that bore him:

The Telegraph Operator
I will not wash my face;

The Wood-Cutter
The sky is like an envelope,